Meet Kyrrha, Sileth & Vaeris
By germancowboy
There are rumors about them, of course, because rumors are what remain when photographs are rare, names are probably false, hotel staff suddenly become forgetful, and the people who claim to have spent an evening with three impossible women can never quite explain why ordinary company no longer seems quite as interesting afterward. Some say they are sisters. They are not. Some say they are performers traveling with an exclusive private agency. There is no agency. Others insist they are wealthy foreigners who enjoy pretending to be escorts because the danger amuses them, which would probably make Kyrrha laugh if she ever heard it, because the truth is considerably less glamorous: they live in a small rented apartment above a closed storefront, pay cash every week to a landlord who prefers money to identification, own almost nothing that cannot be carried quickly, and survive in a world where every official form begins by asking questions none of them can safely answer. Their names are Kyrrha, Sileth and Vaeris , although whether those are the closest human sounds to their real names is something they have never explained. They are not from Earth. And they are not going home. Three Is Normal Perhaps the strangest thing about them, at least from a human point of view, is something the women themselves barely consider unusual. They are a couple of three. On their world, relationships consisting of three women are common enough that nobody would have stared, whispered, asked who belonged to whom, or tried to determine which two were the โrealโ couple. Kyrrha, Sileth and Vaeris grew up understanding partnership as something that could naturally involve three people whose strengths, weaknesses, desires and responsibilities balanced one another. Earth immediately turned that ordinary arrangement into something exotic. At first they tried explaining it. That lasted approximately two days. Now, when somebody asks which of them is with which, Sileth usually smiles and answers, โYes.โ Kyrrha has told her repeatedly that this is not an answer. Sileth continues using it. Vaeris secretly thinks it is funny. They share one home, one income, one future, and when they sleep, they sleep together because none of them understands why humans insist that intimacy must always be divided into pairs. There is no jealousy between them in the human sense, although there can certainly be arguments, irritation, possessiveness and the occasional disagreement over clothing that lasts considerably longer than anyone would admit. What matters is simpler. Nobody leaves alone. Nobody works alone. Nobody gets abandoned. Those rules existed long before Earth. Here, they became necessary for survival. Kyrrha โ The One Who Knows If the three women enter a room and somebody immediately wonders which one is in charge, Kyrrha will probably notice the question before it is spoken. She is the negotiator, the planner, the woman who remembers prices, names, exits, promises, lies and exactly how much money remains hidden above the refrigerator. She rarely raises her voice because she seldom needs to, and while Sileth occasionally accuses her of believing every problem can be solved by staring at it long enough, Vaeris points out that Kyrrha has successfully stared them out of several very serious problems. Her gift is subtle and therefore perhaps the most useful. Through physical contact she can sense intent. Not thoughts exactly, and certainly not entire conversations inside someone else's mind, but enough of the emotional structure beneath them to recognize fear, deception, aggression, concealed motives and danger before a human face has had time to reveal any of it. That is why Kyrrha always makes first contact. A handshake. Fingers briefly touching while accepting a drink. A hand against a wrist. Clients usually think it is flirtation. It is an inspection. If Kyrrha says they leave, they leave. No arguments. Not even from Sileth. Usually. Sileth โ The One They Remember Sileth understands humans better than either of the others, although Kyrrha would argue that this is only because Sileth finds humans endlessly entertaining. She is curious, affectionate, impulsive, and dangerously good at making somebody feel as though they are the only person in the room, which is one reason clients remember her long after they should have forgotten the night completely. Humans often mistake that ability for seduction. It is not. Sileth simply pays attention. She notices loneliness before somebody admits being lonely, embarrassment before the joke arrives to hide it, desire before it becomes a request, and sadness long before most humans would think to ask whether anything is wrong. Unfortunately, Sileth also possesses the most frightening ability of the three. The Taking. With sustained skin contact and enough concentration, she can remove recent memories from another mind. Minutes are relatively easy. Hours are dangerous. More than that is something none of them wants to discuss. The problem is that memories cannot simply disappear without passing somewhere first, and when Sileth takes them she experiences fragments of what she removes: fear, anger, childhood rooms, names, faces, sensations, regrets, sometimes entire pieces of somebody else's life arriving inside her own mind with no warning. That is why they made a rule. The Taking is never used for business. Never to influence desire. Never to make somebody agree. Never to correct an embarrassing situation. It exists for survival. And every time Sileth uses it, Kyrrha and Vaeris worry about what might disappear from her instead. Vaeris โ The One Standing Between Vaeris does not trust Earth. She does not particularly trust humans either, although she has slowly admitted that there are individual exceptions. Sileth calls this progress. Kyrrha calls it astonishing. Vaeris calls both of them irritating. She is the protector, the woman who chooses where they sit, notices who enters after them, watches hotel elevators reflected in mirrors, counts doors without appearing to count them, and can identify which stranger in a crowded room is paying slightly too much attention. When something goes wrong, Kyrrha calculates. Sileth reacts. Vaeris moves. Her gift allows her, through direct physical contact, to disrupt the signals between a human brain and body for several seconds, leaving an attacker conscious but temporarily unable to make muscles obey. It is extremely effective. It is also exhausting. Repeated use weakens her quickly enough that she refuses to depend on it unless she has no alternative, which is why she has also become quite skilled at ordinary human methods of defending herself. Vaeris does not enjoy violence. She simply dislikes helplessness more. And nothing frightens her more than the possibility that someday she might not be strong enough to protect the other two. How They Survive The first problem was money. The second problem was identification. The third problem was discovering that almost every legitimate solution to the first problem required the second. No passports. No Social Security numbers. No employment history. No bank accounts that could survive serious scrutiny. No believable explanation for where they had come from. They could speak the language remarkably quickly, learn customs faster than most humans imagined possible, and imitate almost everything necessary to move through ordinary society, but the moment a computer asked for a number connected to a government database, their existence effectively ended. Cash became the answer. And the night economy became the place where cash could still be earned without too many questions. Their first attempts were clumsy, dangerous and badly paid, but they learned quickly that people treated expensive-looking women differently from desperate-looking women, so almost everything they earned went back into appearances: one good dress, then another, proper shoes, better makeup, better transportation, and eventually the polished image that caused hotel guests to assume they belonged anywhere they walked. Word spread. Not publicly. Never publicly. One client told another. A woman told a friend. A businessman passed along a number he had promised never to share. Eventually the three women no longer needed to search for work. Work searched for them. There is no website. There is no agency. There are no public photographs. There is only a prepaid telephone number, and obtaining that number requires knowing somebody who already has it. Even then, there are rules. The client provides the location. The women arrive together. Nobody photographs them. Nobody records them. Nobody asks where they are from. Nobody follows them afterward. And nobody touches one of them until she makes the first contact. Most clients assume that final rule is part of the experience. Kyrrha prefers to let them believe that. The Problem With Being Unforgettable Their greatest advantage on Earth may eventually become their greatest danger. Human women are not really competing with them because Kyrrha, Sileth and Vaeris are not offering a better version of something human. They are offering something different. Something their bodies, voices, senses and emotional awareness evolved to give one another naturally, something humans experience only as an overwhelming feeling of being understood, wanted and connected in a way that ordinary encounters suddenly struggle to reproduce afterward. Some people never contact them again. Others cannot wait a week. A few become obsessed. And obsession creates questions. Questions create searches. Searches create photographs. Photographs create patterns. Three strange women can survive unnoticed in a large city for a very long time. Three strange women everybody begins talking about cannot. Kyrrha knows this. Vaeris fears it. Sileth pretends not to. For now they have an apartment, enough money to keep the landlord satisfied, a telephone that rings more frequently every week, and each other. On Earth, that counts as success. Unfortunately, success has just produced something they promised themselves they would never allow. A repeat client. Only five days after the first encounter. Offering twice the money. Asking for all three. And somewhere inside their small apartment, a prepaid phone begins to vibrate. Daniel. Thursday. All three. Double. Kyrrha reads the message twice. Vaeris says no immediately. Sileth looks at the rent money. And that is where NO GOING BACK begins.
Tags: wlw, sapphic stories, science fiction
Comments (1)
JMN
Great prologue, cowboy๐๐